[Chara's eyes follow the package, and the exchange before they walked in plays itself over in their mind. They're here for Chara's sake. Those are chocolate covered sweets, and he's getting it because he knows they'll enjoy it. It's almost like he's not the kind of person that could break a person in half without breaking a sweat, except he is. But he's also already a better brother than that faceless human in Chara's memories, the one that was taller and safer than their human parents, but far less reliable--Eggsy wasn't like any of those humans. Chara thinks of Gregor. They think of Peter, before he proved himself to be a complete and utter idiot.]
[Their hand rests on a box of rock-shaped chocolates, and a question that's been flapping around their ribcage finally makes it out.]
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[Their hand rests on a box of rock-shaped chocolates, and a question that's been flapping around their ribcage finally makes it out.]
Why are you being so nice to me?